Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Doors,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Crime,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.